A friend rang last week to ask when she could see me. I went through a list of dates in my head. Some days every week the baby will be at nursery and me at work, and all of those days my friend will be at work anyway. Evenings are difficult because of bedtime and being bothered to go into town afterwards which leaves weekends so let's compare diaries and see what we can come up with.
That's when the friend explained. She loves seeing the baby of course (and she has been a wonderful quasi aunty the past year), but she meant when could she see me.
So accustomed am I to people wanting to see the baby, and so thrilled I am by the obvious pleasure she gives people, that it simply hadn't occurred to me that someone might want to just see me, alone, for fun, not to talk conception or fertility or babies or parenting and not to coo or cuddle or play, but because I am their friend and they want to spend time with me.
It knocked me for six. In a good way.
Keeping me time is really important as a Mum! Thanks for entering my competition too.
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